الأغاني: Say Anything. Ahh, Men.

[Max Bemis Live Acoustic]

staring out the window of our tour bus
and it's just the horny driver and us
we sit and trade wit, and smoke and we cuss
talking about our friendly border drug bust
and i know the future's cloudy and gray
record like mine, give up or go gay
you're looking down at me with blue and black eyes
spitting down a storm from purple night skies

ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh

and i know the concept's muddy and trite
that all that is large and all that is slight
is flowing in the stream of holy flood lights
i've read the holy books, lord knows they bite
but if this is your will and my testament
i will bow to no belief that they've bent
still i'm just a sperm begat from your love
basking in the bread and the blood of one dove

ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh

can i lie with you in your grave

there's a crack in the edge at the end of the world
where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl
eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell
in our room with a view and a window to hell
where the room with the bodies will display what they've done
and march through museums that repel what they've done
and shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
who will reluctantly let them in

so can i lie in your crack in the edge at the end of the world
where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl
eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell
in our room with a view and a window to hell
with those who bury bodies in their barrel of fun
will spit at ideas that regret what they've done
and shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
who will reluctantly let them in
so can i lie in your grave

can i lie with you in your grave

can i lie with you in your grave